On Sunday my kids were given Easter baskets full of the “traditional” Easter candy. Chocolate bunny? Check. Jelly beans? Check. M&Ms. Chocolate eggs. Peanut butter eggs. Sour patch jelly beans. Why would someone who eats clean, and usually stays far from this stuff, let her kids have it? And not only have it, but have a LOT of it?

The first thing I want to say is that this is the only candy my kids will get until the next holiday (which is 4th of July. They will get candy from the parade we always go to.) My kids know this. They know that this candy has to last, because it’s all they are going to get.

On our fireplace mantle each of our kids has a bucket. The Husband’s aunt has bought them for the kids, and they are great! They have

For the last few weeks, since I began running, my kids have been asking to go with me. Normally I run during nap-time. The Husband works at home, so he can just open his office door to hear if there is an emergency. The kids are always asleep, and it only takes me about ½ an hour, so I’m always back before they wake up. It works well for us. Anyway.

The kids keep asking to ride their bikes while I run, so on Saturday I convinced The Husband to come with and walk. That way if there was a problem with the kids he could help and it wouldn’t affect my running. We drove to a long, quiet gravel road and unloaded the bikes. It was at this point that we realized how windy it was. The Husband asked if we should maybe wait